I awoke in the morning,
And raged at my life.
It didn't listen,
As it twisted the knife.
I sat in loneliness,
And I raged at the pain.
It bled me dry,
Until nothing could remain.
I laid in my bed,
And raged at the night.
I could not sleep,
No dreams would take flight.
I raged at my soul,
So hollow and empty.
And I knew right then,
There was nothing left of me.

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